The internet isn’t a choice anymore: Emily Davis crafts a gif-strewn response to Jasmine Lee-Jones’ extremely online debut play.

That wandering feeling: Ava Wong Davies writes on Jack Thorne’s meandering exploration of a family’s story.

“You’re ignoring me”: Ava Wong Davies battles with her doubts about Rupert Goold’s slick but uncomfortable narrative of male innocence.

Charisma and careerdom: Rosemary Waugh writes on Noel Coward’s slightly creaky comedy, starring Andrew Scott.

Vaulting ambition: Arjun Sajip writes on Ivo Van Hove’s bold but flawed staging of a 1969 cinematic classic.

Jagged and off-kilter: Hailey Bachrach writes on a flawed revival of a lyrical musical.

A bitter draft: Alice Saville reluctantly reviews David Mamet’s Weinstein play.

A mighty body quake: J N Benjamin writes on Okwui Okpokwasili’s pulsating experimental dance piece.

A room without a view: Alice Saville writes on the claustrophobic domesticity of Githa Sowerby’s play.

“One happy, happy community”: Rosemary Waugh writes on the stiflling smalltown mundanities of Thornton Wilder’s play.

“You can’t build a country on wants”: Maddy Costa writes on Ella Hickson’s play, feminism and capitalism.

“Hot like gunpowder”: Brendan Macdonald writes on the Michelle-Terry-starring Henry triple bill that opens Shakespeare’s Globe’s summer season.

“There’s a definite gloss to this staging” – Rosemary Waugh writes on Marianne Elliott and Miranda Cromwell’s West End-ready take on Arthur Miller’s story.

‘The kind of beauty that leaves you feeling a little hopeless’: Rosemary Waugh reviews Rebecca Frecknall’s production of Three Sisters.